I love my parents. I love my sister. I love my grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins. I love Barkley. I love Sorcha. I love my friends. I love my job. I love a lot of people at my job. I love laughing so hard I cry. I love cold mornings in my warm bed. I love cooking. I love pictures. I love traveling. I love road trips and mini trips and weekend getaways. I love family vacation every year. I love exploring new things and National Parks. I love four wheeling. I love driving, short or long distances. I love making money. I love the feeling of a clean house, a clean car, or a clean body. I love good news. I love surprises. I love comedies, good books, and many sitcoms. I love scrap booking, mod podge, and sewing. I love getting new clothes, new shoes, new anything. I love the feeling of sun against my skin. I love chocolate. I love when people laugh at my jokes. I love the tug of a natural smile at the corners of my mouth. I love listening to music, discovering new music, reading about old music. I love the piano. I love back scratches, pedicures, and getting my hair done. I love riding my bike downhill, and finishing a hike. I love the smell of clean laundry and wrapping up in sheets right out of the dryer. I love bubble baths where I can just relax and read a book. I love diet mountain dew, going to the movies, bowling, taking my dog for a walk. I love the feeling of accomplishment. I love finishing something I have worked hard on. I love acknowledgment and help. I love courage, I love hope, I love life.
I find so many things in life to love, so why has it always been such a struggle to love me?
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